Then We'll Be Done

You're a girl in a mess
laying down
Some made-up
make-up confession
As believable as
A credit card recession.
Well, girl clean your mouth
Those dirty words
will never become
A pretty face
With a life left to run.
Put on that dress
with the sleeping birds on
Before the night
takes its leave
And flies us to that place
We call our memories.
And we'll glide thru
The sewers till
the scurrying rats
Consider us aristocrats.
And we'll hang out
With the coolest cats
Making moves like
A heyday dream
In a prime-time
TV hurricane.
And we'll let
the people see
We're praying
for makebelieve
As hard as
a nuclear bomb
Will surely fall one day
To declare the winner
Of the one race
we've yet to see
our talents lend:
The world's untimely end.
And as the victor is declared
Of one culture's
best imaginary friend
I'll hold you close when
Our dancing's done
Then I'll take your pretty hand
And walk you home
Sleep the crashing night off
Then we'll be done.